In the pitch-black darkness, Verdant Vortex slowly opens his radiant eyes. The shadows cling to the dragon's swirling, lush green scales, creating an eerie contrast. Chains, embedded into his flesh, glint faintly in the obsidian void, a cruel reminder of the dragon's captivity. The air is heavy with a stifling stillness, broken only by the distant echoes of unseen creatures.

As Verdant Vortex blinks against the darkness, the verdant glow from his eyes begins to illuminate the immediate surroundings. Chains dangle ominously, and below, the sharp obstacles placed by the Lannisters and Baratheons are veiled in shadows, waiting to torment the dragon should it attempt to descend.

The air is thick with a sense of foreboding, and the dragon's usually majestic form appears diminished in the absence of light. The once wild creature, now a captive in this stygian prison, surveys the oppressive darkness with an ancient gaze, yearning for the touch of sunlight that once bathed its scales in a vibrant, verdant glow. Yet, in this lightless realm, Verdant Vortex remains both guardian and prisoner, the cyclical patterns of its existence intertwined with the shadows that envelope its chained form.